Fandom:

The West Wing AU

Pairing:

C.J./Danny

Rating:

PG-13 for topic

Distribution:

How much do I owe you for hauling it off?

Spoilers:

Up to and including Full Disclosure, from which the series follows on

Email:

exfilia at livejournal dot com

Disclaimer:

if I owned them, they'd have a lot more fun

Warning:

mentions nonconsensual sex

Note:

Hoynes lovers should probably be hitting delete right about now.

"What are you wearing?"

"Clothes. What did you find out from what's-her-name?"

"Way to kill a mood, C.J.!"

"Hey, I'm lying in a hotel room in California with nothing to do but...."

"Think of me?"

"Stop wiggling your eyebrows!"

"How did you know...?"

"When you use that tone of voice, you always wiggle your eyebrows. It's like you think eyebrows are sexy, or something."

"You don't think my eyebrows are sexy?"

She sighed.

"I think all of you is sexy, Daniel, particularly your unremitting drive to uncover information. Now what did Little Miss Quisling have to say?"

"Somebody gave her some stuff to give to Josh, but the only prints on it are hers."

"'Stuff?'"

"Pro-life literature."

"That's weird. Why...? Oh, God, because of Amy? But it's too late...."

"Yeah, but the pictures would have given him a turn, anyway."

"Does he know?"

"Just that there was a package, and he should be careful. I'm actually sleeping on his couch, or will be when he gets out of the shower."

"So you called me for phone sex from Josh Lyman's couch?"

"I did not call you for phone sex!"

"Yes, he did!" came Josh's voice in the background.

"How would you know?" growled Danny. "C.J., I've got to go. My twelve-year-old roommate wants me to explain some of the pictures in that marriage manual."

"I'm sure Donna will appreciate that."

"If Donna would get off her ass, he wouldn't need the pictures."

"Hey," C.J. heard Josh say, "you leave Donna's ass out of this!"

"Did you call her yet? C.J., I've got to go."

"Tell Josh not to bother calling. Donna went somewhere with Toby, and she's not back yet."

"No, I'm not going to tell him that," laughed Danny.

"Tell me what?"

"I love you," Danny said.

"Love you, too. Good night."

Leo found the president playing "Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring" on an upright piano in Sam's mother's den.

"Change from that thing in the East Room," he said.

"Yeah, but that one's not for me. It's for show, for professionals. This one's an honest piano, probably the one she taught her kids to play on. Have they missed me at the party?"

"Oddly enough, no. There's heavy betting on a game of Twister, though, and I think Debbie Fiderer is hitting on Sam's uncle."

"I think I'll pass on that," the president said. He started Pachelbel's canon, a piece Leo often asked him to play. Leo closed his eyes and let the music sink into him and wrap them both in an cocoon of sound that wiped away all thought of politics and violence and tension and... and then, right in the middle, he switched to "Girl from Ipanema." Leo's eyes popped open and he saw that a small crowd had gathered near the doorway to listen. The president finished the piece with a flourish to a flutter of applause.

"Nice piano," he said. "Do you play, Sam?"

"A little."

"Play for us." He stood up a bit unsteadily and walked with Leo to join the audience while Sam hammered out something from a recent movie and their companions murmured approval.

"Tired?" whispered Leo.

"Yeah. Leg's acting up, too. I sat wrong on the plane."

"You okay?"

"Sure. I just need to be in bed."

"Okay."